mirror, mirror


i used to stare at the mirror
and see a strange face
i used to stare at the mirror
and see my broken self.

one day i decided,
i missed my old face
one day i decided,
i didn’t like my broken self.

so i reached out
and let it all out.
i reached out
and picked myself up.

i brushed through the
vines that grew from my head
and suddenly they turned
into caramel waves.

i washed all the rust
off from my soul case.
and under it appeared
honey colored mountains.

i draped my frame
with nude cloths
and opened up the curtains
to reveal a beautiful surface

i now stare at the mirror
and see that old familiar face
i now stare at the mirror
and i say i love myself

now i've decided
to always treat myself
now i've decided
to always love myself

i'll reach out
and let it all out
i'll reach out
and pick myself up.

mirror, mirror - ahtziri yamile 22718

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